A/N: Last chapter!
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Months later Adia's cast was off. She walked around like normal and got into soccer for the spring. She didn't go back to the play though, it gave her bad memories.
One day, while walking through the park Adia saw the old lady from the line up.
"Hello Adia!" she said with a smile.
"Hello." Adia replied as she smiled back kindly. The lady still had the wrinkles on her face and the kind eyes. It looked like her hair had become whiter though.
"How are you doing dear?" she asked.
"I'm fine thank you." Adia said.
"Have you found yourself?" she asked. "Last time we talked, you were very confused." She said.
"I have." Adia said.
"What is the verdict?" she asked.
"I'm a Ross." Adia said with a smile.
Adia sat in English class. Their teacher had told them to write anything they wanted. They just had to write a story. A short one or a long one, it didn't matter what kind.
Adia sat there in thought, she didn't know what to write about.
She was still sad; she didn't get to be in the play. But she couldn't go back, she couldn't hold onto it. She had gotten her leg broken because of someone's jealousy. It wasn't worth that.
She sighed and started to doodle on the top of her paper. They had a week to work on this; it was a week for Adia to wonder what to write about then cram a story.
She knew she could write one of Jessie's boyfriend stories, or she could ask her dad for an idea for a movie that she could use for a story. But that would be copying; she didn't want to do that.
She started to click the back of her pen, a habit she had gotten from Liam. She wondered if she could steal one off of the internet.
She decided against it.
She ran her fingers through her now short hair. She had gotten it cut just above her shoulders and loved it.
All of the sudden she got an idea, and she started to write;
Emma Ross was having a perfectly normal day...
The End
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